I walked into the living room and stood in front of my wife, who was in her recliner. She glanced over her glasses with an amused look on her face. I said, "Mistress, may I please have my correction now?" She smiled and said, "You may. Go upstairs and get ready." I feel a lump in my throat as I head upstairs, knowing what to expect.
Sundays are a productive time around our house.
- We get up early.
- We go to the gym.
- We have breakfast.
- We take our dog for a nice walk outside.
- We get the grocery shopping done.
- We clean the sheets, our clothes, and ourselves.
- We meal prep and do everything to get ready for the next week.
A couple of months ago we added correction time to our Sunday routine. There was one more thing that we could do to set ourselves up for success for the next week.
We identified several things that could improve our relationship:
T = My tone. The mistress and I run a company together, and it's quite stressful. Many times during the week, I will lose my temper and take out my frustration on her with a bad tone and attitude. We've tried several times over the years to correct this, but it's a lifelong trait I've had.
D = Driving. I'm an aggressive driver. Not dangerous, aggressive. Mistress doesn't like that. She’s always telling me to slow down or she's bracing herself in the car using the imaginary passenger side brake. She gets scared; she scolds me and I end up with a bad tone again.
C = Clutter. I recently learned that women have an aversion to clutter that men don't even see. It drives her crazy and I can't figure out what the issue is. I don't give it the seriousness she thinks it deserves. If she has to say the word “clutter” to me, I’ve failed.
I = Iniatiating. I've never been good at initiating but since we are working on ways to improve our sex life, we decided to add initiating to this list. Every week I'm expected to initiate intimacy several times. From very casual, such as flirting or grabbing her butt, or it could be more elaborate, like holding her down and kissing her. I’m thinking some good old office sexual harassment as well!
BISS = Because I Said So. This is a catch-all for everything else. Morning coffee service, dishes, taking care of the dog, etc.
Correction Time is meant to set expectations for me and hold us each accountable to each other. I liken it to going to the gym or eating right. It’s not always fun, and if you do it right, I can be brutal. Once a week is all it takes. The correction itself takes less than 5 minutes. It forces communication and requires each person to fulfill the role they have agreed to. If we miss a Sunday correction, it automatically rolls to Monday and is a non-negotiable.
I enter our bedroom and proceed to the bathroom. I strip naked and install my steel chastity device to my cock and balls. This is to keep me from rubbing my cock into the mattress during my correction. I then put ankle and wrist cuffs on. I put spanking implements on the nightstand next to the bed. I pull the cuffs that are attached to the bed frame from under the mattress and set them on top. I go to the foot of the bed and climb up. I attach both ankles to each other and then to a clip attached to the bed frame. I then lay on my stomach and pull a blindfold down over my eyes. I’m not allowed to see what’s coming.
I lay there thinking about my behavior and what is about to come. I’m scared. It’s not whether or not I will be spanked. The question is how long and how hard. Even with a perfect score for the week, I’m guaranteed a minimum of 10 hard strikes. Back to the gym analogy, a good base for fitness is 10,000 steps a day. 10 strikes is our 10,000 steps. I’m not allowed to take less, and Mistress is not allowed to give less. It’s the bare minimum.
I hear Mistress enter the room. I feel her tighten the strap at the bottom of the bed to keep my ankles down. She then goes to the right side of the bed, attaches the clip to the right cuff, and tightens that down. She does the same on the left side.
I hear her pick up something off the nightstand, but I can’t tell what it is. There is no warm-up. There is no introduction. There’s no warning. Whack Whack Whack. I’m hit three times before my brain even senses that I was hit once. Whack! Whack! I scream into the mattress as my body tenses, trying to escape the blows. Mistress walks around to the other side of the bed while I tense up, waiting for what’s about to happen. My breathing is heavy. I’m already starting to sweat.
She wastes no more time, she lays down the next five strokes in less than three seconds, as I scream into the mattress again in less than 30 seconds the first 10 strokes have been laid. I feel Mistress sit down on the bed next to me, her fingernails tracing the welts on my ass. I say "thank you, Mistress, for my correction".
She says "you’re welcome pet, but we’re not done."
"Before I came upstairs. I was reviewing my notes for the week. While you’ve gotten much better at biting your tongue, you still had a couple of times you couldn’t control your attitude and tone in the office. Also, when we drove up to the mountains I had to tell you to slow down more than once."
She continued, "On the plus side, the chores have been great and clutter has been kept to a minimum".
I also wanted to give you extra kudos for initiating this week. Especially on Wednesday, you coming into the shower as I was finishing up and going down on me. Well done!
Before we finish, do you have anything I missed taking notes on or any confessions to make?
I stutter, "I’m, uh, um, yes Mistress." I pause. Words stuck in my throat.
“Go on slave, confess!”
After going down on you in the shower on Wednesday, I was so turned on, Wednesday night I couldn’t sleep. I, uh, I uh went into the spare bathroom and rubbed one out so I could sleep.
“I see. Being so horny that you can’t sleep is a gift. It’s my gift to you and you rejected my gift.”
"Because I’m so generous, I’m going to give you the gift of a week of sleepless nights. I intended on letting you out of your chastity device when we were done. Instead, you’ll be wearing it for at least the next week. It’s a shame too. I was going let you fuck me and come inside me and then have you clean your cum out of my pussy with your tongue afterwards, unfortunately, neither one of us will get what we want.
It’s gonna be a rough week for you, slave. I’m going to be wearing short skirts without panties and tight tops without bras and even heels around the house, all while your dick is locked up. I’ll have you watch me masturbate and have you go down on me so you can see what you’re missing
Well, it’s time to finish your correction. Misstress got off the bed. I tensed, not knowing what to expect. Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack. Five more sharp painful strokes to my ass as she walked over the other side. Whack, whack, whack, whack, another five. Your correction is done now, my sweet.
Next, I felt Mistress climb onto the bed between my head and the headboard. I sensed MIstress in front up me. I could smell her arousal
"Lick.", she said
I stuck my tongue out and was able to reach her pussy. I was so horny, I went to town on her. While I was licking, Mistress said, "It’s hard to believe just two months ago your first correction was over 80 strokes and your second correction was over 60 strokes. You’ve learned a lot in a short amount of time. Now your correction takes less than five minutes, and we can get to more important matters, such as licking my pussy."
After a few minutes, Mistress reached over and uncuffed my hands. She said, "undo your ankles and make me come with your fingers. It’s a shame you won’t get to fuck me."
After bringing her to two squirting orgasms, she had me stop. She told me to get everything cleaned up and put away. She got dressed and came to where I was. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed her hands on my warmed and welted bottom.
Mistress said "Finish putting things away and come down and help me with dinner. I’ll see you next Sunday slave, as she squeezed my locked balls and walked out of the room.
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